The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 32 🔞
The manners and conduct of a priestess, cultivated over the past ten years, would find her recent words and actions immoral. Yet, precisely because of this, Daphne was able to take a bold step under the guise of courage.
Seeing Cardinal Theodore, who was at a loss in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel she understood why male worshippers might flirt with a priestess on the verge of leaving the order.
She never thought she’d feel this way. Reaching behind her, Daphne placed one arm on the chair and smiled faintly as she raised her foot.
A white-socked toe brushed against Theodore’s calf, and the man winced and shuddered.
“When you talk down to me like that, I don’t know where I stand.”
Slowly, her toes grazed his thighs and slid to his core. His cxck was hard now, ready to burst.
Theodore tried to twist his body to remove Daphne’s foot from his erxction, but this time she was one step ahead of him.
Thud.
Stretching her leg out to block Theodore’s path, Daphne immediately spread her other leg wide, trapping him between them. The inside of her thigh was clearly visible before Theodore’s eyes.
“Hmph…”
“You’ll have to break my curse, Your Eminence.”
The hole that had been twitching while watching him mxstxrbate had already soaked her underwear. The dampness of her panties clinging to her triangle caught Theodore’s eye.
Looking even more erxtic than completely naked, Daphne said.
“It’s so ticklish inside me… If you don’t take care of it, I’ll have no choice but to ask someone else, won’t I?“
”…Are you threatening me now?“
”Of course not, it would be best for you to take care of my difficulties, but if you can’t, I’ll have no choice but to find another to help me.”
Daphne had no desire to seduce another man, not even for a moment. But she felt that if she didn’t say something, this mysterious man would not be moved.
As Daphne had expected, Theodore’s face twisted when he said that he would make another priest fall if he didn’t have s-x with her.
“You have no idea how much I’ve endured.”
Daphne smiled sweetly at the voice laced with clenched frustration. If only I knew, then maybe I wouldn’t feel so wronged.
“How could a mere novice like me possibly grasp Your Eminence’s profound intentions? I only hope that you might take pity on this foolish woman and lead her into your embrace.”
Preferably with that big, hard thing.
The turquoise-eyed woman traced the outline of his cxck, which seemed ready to burst out of his cassock at any moment. She could see it twitching inside as it felt her gaze.
“It seemed to me that Your Eminence also wished to show me mercy… Was I mistaken?”
“…”
Theodore clenched his jaw. The sound of his teeth grinding followed.
‘So words alone aren’t enough to provoke him, after all.’
Daphne began sucking her finger while holding Theodore between her legs. She slowly moved her tongue and put her saliva-covered finger inside her panties. All the while, his golden eyes were fixed on her inverted triangle birthmark like he wished to devour her whole.
He looked as if he were clinging onto the last shreds of his faith to keep himself from crossing the line towards the devil. If it was his piety and purity of heart toward God that kept him at bay, then he shouldn’t have touched her in the first place.
That line had been crossed.
“Hmm.”
A tingling sensation surged in her as she rolled her moistened finger over her swollen clxt. She rubbed it gently, then flicked it harder, and her throbbing pxssy twitched and leaked, soaking her already damp underwear even more.
The burning golden eyes darkened as the color of her underwear did as well. Damn it. Curses flowed out like laments between his austere lips.
He could picture the way the hidden hole moved beneath that underwear even with his eyes closed. He’d imprinted it in his mind by sucking and licking it relentlessly with his hands and tongue whenever he could.
Curiosity was born from ignorance. No matter how strongly one was stimulated, one eventually gets used to it and becomes desensitized. He was intimately familiar with what lay beneath that damp fabric at that point, so this provocation should not have bothered him so.
…Or it shouldn’t have.
